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“Scream into the void” https://t.co/AYbtg7MbTc
November 30, 2022It’s Mark Twain’s birthday. “I have never let my schooling interfere with my education…” https://t.co/gjGD0vazvb
November 30, 2022It’s Mark Twain’s birthday. “I have never let my schooling interfere with my education…” https://t.co/gjGD0vazvb
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November 30, 2022“If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal”-Einstein https://t.co/m982d4ADgi
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Closing thoughts on the last class date of the Fall semester include HDT’s sunny words at the end of Walden. A morning atmosphere, at any time of day, is tonic. Wake up. Do something. Don’t stare too long or hard at the light that would put out your eyes… https://t.co/rEcoCL1sRv
November 29, 2022Closing thoughts on the last class date of the Fall semester include HDT’s sunny words at the end of Walden. A morning atmosphere, at any time of day, is tonic. Wake up. Do something. Don’t stare too long or hard at the light that would put out your eyes… https://t.co/rEcoCL1sRv
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Time to move
November 29, 2022It’s the last day of class (unless some of us choose to meet on Zoom next week). Seems like only yesterday, though it’s actually a year to the day, since I posted this:
LISTEN. Back from Thanksgiving, it’s time to wrap things up and send the classes of Fall 2021 out to meet their uncertain futures. The usual last words apply, there really are no fortunes to be told. There definitely is advice to be given, however. Do stay curious, kids, do keep asking questions. And do keep in touch.
It was nice to hear again from my old grad school friend the Biochemist, who makes a point of sending out holiday missives every Thanksgiving and Valentines Day that keep our old far-flung and socially distant 80s cohort in touch in spite of ourselves.
She confessed some despondency in this Thanksgiving letter, “over the state of the country … and yet I want to be optimistic. But I am genuinely scared about all of the unraveling I see around me.”
Many of us feel that way, on occasion. Several of us agree that the daily news cycle is indeed frightful. We’re learning to monitor and regulate our exposure to the worst of it. Better to start the day with a little history and poetry.
And best to heed old Henry’s sunny words at the end of Walden. A morning atmosphere, at any time of day, is tonic. Wake up. Get up. Do something. Don’t stare too long or hard at the light that would put out your eyes. Dream of dawns to come. Build your castles in the air and start climbing.
Listen to Mark and Maria:
“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love… Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.” –Marcus Aurelius
“Mingle the starlight with your lives and you won’t be fretted by trifles.” –Maria Mitchell
And listen to the Almanac‘s trademarked wisdom. Be well, do good work. and keep in touch.
Oh, and to my old epistemologist friends who responded to that holiday letter with worries about “the problem of criterion,” “infinite regresses of reasons,” whether children or anyone else have justified beliefs, and various “meta-issues” in philosophy etc. I say: When you erkenntnistheorists finally settle those meta-issues, I hope you’ll tackle the bigger one. We’re all already justified in believing the metaverse is going to be big trouble.
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It’s a year ago tomorrow since I posted this:
Happiness meets for the last time in 2021 today, scheduled to return in ’23.
I’ve taught this course biennially for quite a long time now, and I still don’t think we can do better for a coda than Charles Schulz. Happiness is a warm puppy. And really, it’s “anyone and anything at all/That’s loved by you.”
So our parting takeaway has to be: love profligately, and love well.
And don’t be Sally Brown.
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That’s a pretty good parting message: take time to arrive at a philosophy that affirms something, that says Yes!
And as always, classes of Fall ’22, I leave you with the words of two really wise guys:
“There is no conclusion. What has concluded, that we might conclude in regard to it? There are no fortunes to be told, and there is no advice to be given.–Farewell!”
That was William James’s farewell in the summer of 1910, an encomium to a certain “pluralistic mystic” whose openness to new experience and constant intellectual reconstruction was unstinting. Aristotle and his peripatetics were early exemplars of that kind of openness in philosophy. Plato’s mind, from a Jamesian perspective, was not so supple.
And,
“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.”
That was this guy. Keep moving, and keep asking questions.
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“We want to be a place for passionate engaged discussion. But we don’t want to be a place where people insult each other.” Like a good classroom. https://t.co/CCS89OqVam
November 25, 2022“We want to be a place for passionate engaged discussion. But we don’t want to be a place where people insult each other.” Like a good classroom. https://t.co/CCS89OqVam
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Thanksgiving “ought to be the versatile, easy-to-like holiday, suitable to the secular and religious, adaptable to weddings, christenings, funerals, first-date anniversaries, early-season ski trips and new romantic interludes…” Richard Ford https://t.co/HwYRQxVeWX
November 24, 2022Thanksgiving “ought to be the versatile, easy-to-like holiday, suitable to the secular and religious, adaptable to weddings, christenings, funerals, first-date anniversaries, early-season ski trips and new romantic interludes…” Richard Ford https://t.co/HwYRQxVeWX
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I’ve just posted on my Blog about: The versatile holiday https://t.co/p9EEgQRREE
November 24, 2022I’ve just posted on my Blog about: The versatile holiday https://t.co/p9EEgQRREE
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The versatile holiday
November 24, 2022I habitually pull Richard Ford’s third Frank Bascombe novel from the shelf on Thanksgiving, which “ought to be the versatile, easy-to-like holiday, suitable to the secular and religious, adaptable to weddings, christenings, funerals, first-date anniversaries, early-season ski trips and new romantic interludes. It often doesn’t work out that way.”
But today the lay of the land here looks fine. I fetched (“carried”) Brother-in-law up the Trace yesterday, Younger Daughter will arrive shortly to help cook the comestibles and join in the general spirit of festive gratitude for all good things. It’ll be a small gathering, no tension or contention in sight.
An old Thanksgiving post notes Frank’s gratitude for “The Hawk”:
“The kind of happy I was that day at the Vet when “Hawk” Dawson actually doffed his red “C” cap to me, and everyone cheered and practically convulsed into tears – you can’t patent that. It was one shining moment of glory that was instantly gone. Whereas life, real life, is different and can’t even be appraised as simply “happy”, but only in terms of “Yes, I’ll take it all, thanks” or “No, I believe I won’t.” Happy, as my poor father used to say, is a lot of hooey. Happy is a circus clown, a sitcom, a greeting card. Life, though, life’s about something sterner. But also something better. A lot better. Believe me.”
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